the poem tell us how it feels to be a teenager
This year
And only this year
I feel special
I feel so much defferent than
I did
The year before
I feel like the Blossom
In the tree in my backyeard
How it started so small
And no one noticed it
And it must have felt very
Insignificant. Like I did
And then it flowered
Out. Leaf by leaf it
Expanded. And grew
Until it was a treat to
Behold.
I feel like that. Just like the Blossom
I too
Started out small
And year by year
One of my leaves folded
Outward
And I feel that right now
I will reach my potential
And I, like a Blossom.
Will flower
